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Mon propre jeu

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harcèlement horreur psychologie psychopathe souffrance vulgarité

Je ne suis qu'un humain emprisonné dans ce monde... Je n'ai nul part où aller... Une personne  sans raison d'existence précise... 
  À quoi sert-on si nous ne sommes bon à rien ? 
  À par servir les personnes qui nous dominent..? Suis-je un souffre-douleur...? 
  Combien sommes-nous à nous poser cette question ? 
  Pourquoi tant de questions dans un monde sans réponse ? 
  Et si...je faisais un arrêt à tout ?Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone

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Roots On The Rocks autorstwa natborn234

What if your place in society was determined two centuries before you were born? What if you were resented just for existing? What if you never meant to survive? But I did. I'm an illegal, a drain on society, the descendant of criminals, worthless. I know how to survive and that's all that matters. I never thought I would get, let alone deserved, anything more than that. Why would I? I'm not supposed to even be here. But then I meet them. And him. They aren't supposed to be here either but they are. Could I be part of something bigger? What if is there is something more for me than survival?

{ #1 } I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars (MxMxM || 18+) autorstwa Snape75

Black Moon Series Book #1 Warning: Mature content, graphic language, gay, polyamorous French food is my healthy pleasure. Sex is my stress-relief pleasure. Threesomes are my guilty pleasure. Born the single child of the most open-minded parents, I bathed in cooking ever since I was a child; now I own several restaurants and well intend to grow my business. Ever since I lost my V-card, sex has been my way to cope with busy life and stress; today, I am a Dominant at the Black Diamond, a BDSM club in Chicago owned by my childhood friend Aaron. There, I discovered the kinkiest lifestyle, and I indulge in the pleasure of multiple-partner sex. But I would like to settle down with the perfect Submissive now. My name is Mark Murray, and I'm shooting for the moon, but I might hit a star. Laziness, boisterousness and wild sex are my mottos. I'm a dropped out, an unstable soul who doesn't know what he wants in life, and if it weren't for my best friend Liam, I'd probably be a homeless. I am hyperactive, a young man full of life who is bubbling with energy, and this is why people usually like me despite my flaws. And I'm a sex on legs... a libertine, bi-sexual, volatile, I don't know what love is, but I've had all the possible experiences in sex. Or so I thought. That was until I discovered my best friend's secret life... in a BDSM club. My name is Shannon Watts, and my life is about to change as a Submissive. I had a happy childhood, until both my parents died and left me an orphan. At 18, I ran away from my aunt's town to live in Chicago, dreaming to become a skilled cook. Now I work in the best French restaurant of the city, where I would love to move on from the dishwasher position to that of cook, but things don't always go as planned. I'm a solitary guy, barely average-looking and very shy, so I spend my free time vicariously living through the gay romances and BDSM books I read. My name is Alex Simmons, and I wish the fictions I read would turn out real.

Dead Water || Thomas Sangster AU autorstwa kristinebb

Human minds are so interesting to study and to play with. They can make people go mad. And I know that all the best people are crazy; because crazy means fun; and I'm a funny person. I soon started to believe I was someone else. I convinced myself that the old me was gone and in his place stood a new young man with a different past, different friends and different thoughts. The problems occurred when I couldn't recall some important personal information. At least that's what they've told me. It has never been an issue to me though, but they said my so-called "problem" has reached a different level of a mental disorder. It wasn't a game anymore, it was something dysfunctional. They locked me up in a Mental Illness Clinic and I have been here for the last 3 years. They call me Thomas. Thomas Sangster. PS: English is not my native language; if you see nonsense or very bad mistakes, please notice me :)

Glint and Precurse autorstwa interestingy

Have you ever gotten the feeling that everything you do is for nothing? Do you feel that no matter how hard you try, the world will always move on without you, whether you like it or not? Is it difficult to keep up in this current of events everyone else calls existence? Yeah... me neither... What? Do I have to put a meaningful and insightful description of the story? This is MY story, and I can do whatever the hell I want! It's funny how people just expect me to do things for them... Oh, you still aren't satisfied? If you are spending so much time reading this meaningless book description, why haven't you already started reading it? This is the kind of thing that bothers me about readers! They want people like me to practically spoil the entire story for them before they read it! Now, what it the point in that? So, taking into consideration the previous message, if you are still dying to get a taste of what this story revolves around, I might as well tell you. You have been oh-so-patient by reading all of this jibber-jabber that it would only be disrespectful for me not to give you a little information! Well... looks like I am just a really disrespectful person.

Grey autorstwa Estelle_Ayriz

Dear whatever, Or is it whoever? I don't know, I'm not a writer anyways. Hi, I'm Arielle, but please call me A, I'm sick of hearing my name, or anyname actually, it just bothers me that I'm not actually as special as they'd want me to believe. Who's they? Oh, I don't know, everyone? Society? Whatever, so I guess I should tell you what this is about, eh? I'm writing this so I have something to leave behind, some sort of purpose to stay here, in this world, in this reality. I guess another reason is so that people can understand me? Or anyone like me I guess. To know what goes on in my mind. This will be officially started on June 4, 2017, my birthday, and will end on June 4, 2018. Whatever happens to this book, I promise myself that I won't delete it. If anyone actually bothers reading this, leave comments and suggestions or questions to get mentioned in the next chapter. I will be posting daily, but word count and time posted may vary. May 29, 2017 Monday 11:11 PM Signing off, A

My Master, My Husband (BOOK 1) autorstwa thefoodlover1213

THIS BOOK IS 18+ "Alright, I'll tell you the rules twice, and I'll need you to memorize them, write them down and give them to me tomorrow morning." Wait, I'm not good at memorizing things! I nod waiting for him to continue, but I get a soft slap on my face instead, which takes me by surprise. "Words Amelia, you need to respond in words. Speaking of which, that's the first rule. No nodding, no shaking heads no sign language because we both are very capable of hearing and speaking, okay?" I was about to nod when I realized in time. "Yes...?" "Master, you are to address me as your Master when we are alone, but when in public I still wait for some kind of respect you understand?" "Yes Master" --------------------------------------------------- Amelia is the average rich girl, (with a touch of anger issues) she thought she didn't cared about anything or anyone because her life was already planned ahead and there was nothing she could do about it. Although she was envied by most, her life was controlled by her father, and she followed his every rule no matter how hurtful they were to her. Then one day her eyes fell on him, Axel, her meant to be husband... and her soon to be Master. She had to learn how to be a submissive but at the same time be a fearsome and independent woman. To reach her goals and protect what was hers, she had to do things that she never once imagined she'd do. How far would you go to protect your loved ones and your reputation?

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⚠️ ACTIVE ONGOING WORK ⚠️ What is a "normal kid"? You wouldn't know. You don't know. So you wonder, what makes someone normal? If you look it up, the Japanese dictionary defines "normal" as something common, something that can be found anywhere, anytime, without any special characteristics that set it apart. But does this apply to people? Is normalcy a matter of probabilities or familiarity? In our society, are quirks part of individuality or a commune trait? It's always difficult to come to a concrete conclusion when all you have are vague terms that can't be applied in every situation. Everything is too easy to bend and distort. Everything is too relative. A Hero could be a villain, a Villain could be a hero. But the one thing you learned isn't relative, is death. Because the dead can't come back. So you keep living to make sure everyone remembers it. --------- • Word count average of ≈ 10 000 words/chapter • Written in 1st POV • F reader insert • No love interests established yet • Updates every 2-4 weeks • Story's (Spotify) playlists in my bio: Prologue -> 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘. 𝟺𝟸𝟶𝟸 Main story -> 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 General playlist -> 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔖𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔢

Terrible Things ( Deeply being edited but hope you enjoy!) autorstwa Buriedinmusic

What would you do without happiness? What would you do if it seemed as if no one cared? Would you wilt away like a falling flower? Would you not care? But..... What if you found some one that did care? What would you do?

Yours Forcefully autorstwa romanticcrazyone

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Static autorstwa hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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What if your place in society was determined two centuries before you were born? What if you were resented just for existing? What if you never meant to survive? But I did. I'm an illegal, a drain on society, the descendant of criminals, worthless. I know how to survive and that's all that matters. I never thought I would get, let alone deserved, anything more than that. Why would I? I'm not supposed to even be here. But then I meet them. And him. They aren't supposed to be here either but they are. Could I be part of something bigger? What if is there is something more for me than survival?

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